My dad's friend was drunk and he grabbed my twelve year old ass. I turned around and punched him off his stool. I never seen my Dad laugh so hard in his life.😂😂😂 Dad's the one that taught me self defense. And how to punch someone in the throat and how to head butt someone without hurting yourself. How to get out of someone's grasp by twisting your wrist against the their thumb. He was a great dad.

Not quite the same, but in fifth grade a boy was calling a football player I admired a fa—-t (slur for homosexuals). I told him if he said it again, I was going to punch him in the face. He said it again. I gave him a bloody nose. I got a detention. My parents never heard about it until years later when I told them.

Speaking of which I want to take self defense classes. Any NYC ladies know of a place that’s affordable? Anyone want to join me?!

My mother was a former natural bodybuilder from the early 1980’s to the mid 1990’s. In about 1986, my mom was doing her workouts at one of the local gyms. She asked another person if he would spot her as she lifted weights ( standard procedure). Instead of spotting her, this man proceeds to grope her breasts. Let’s just say it was not a good day for that man. She ran into the guy unexpectedly about 25 years later and her and my dad talked about what an ass he was.

Similar incidents happened when I first started wearing a bra. Boy that lived behind us came up, pulled the strap in back, I turned around and slapped this sh!t out of him!!!

In middle school the male gym teacher used to snap the girls bra straps and laugh with the boys. I told Him not to touch me, so during a basketball game he ran on the court and “checked” me I went down hard and had an egg on my head. Heading to the nurses office I said “fu&$ you!” At the school board meeting my dad insisted on a one on one game With the gym teacher….after telling the story-I hear he moved to Colorado… he did not finish the year! So many girls thanked me!!